old garden bench

come sit with me on my garden bench
we’ll sit and talk awhile
it cradles us with loving arms
at the end of our peaceful walk

it’s listened to my hopes and dreams
heard each and every fear
allowed me to yell and scream
as it felt my every tear

in the shadow of an old oak tree
it waits silently each day
for some tired soul to come and visit
as together they will pray

this old bench has gently held
so many a happy heart
it’s also held some hurting souls
but comfort it does impart

it’s comfort is so soothing
nothing does it ask
so let it hold you gently
for it knows it’s humble task

don’t pass by my old garden bench
allow it to beckon to your soul
as you listen to nature’s tune
your heart it will consol